Please give me feedback since this is my first story.
Layanna stared out the window at her reflection as it stared back at her just as it did everynight. She prepared for the night as the sun setted in the night sky. The sky was a rich, paranormal crimson.
As the moon made it's assent into the night sky and as she stared into the window, she could see behind her reflection she could see a shimmer of air glimmer. A cold breeze swept through the room sending a chill down Layanna's spine. The mist slowly formed a young girl with tattered hair. Her face was as expresionless as a doll.
I asked her the same question I ask everynight same expresionless face as she had on my face as she did...
Do we have to play again?
